Bonka tapped a shiny stone on the dinosaur trail. WHOOSH!
The ferns blurred. The ground rumbled. Bonka popped into a wilder, older world.
Bonka froze beside giant leaves as ash drifted from a far volcano. “Oh! This is not my trail.”
Then Bonka saw fresh three-toed prints in the mud. Bonka followed them.
By a bubbling tar pit, Bonka spotted another young dinosaur. Bonka lifted a foot to wave.
But Bonka slipped on a mossy rock and landed with a PLOP in soft ferns.
Bonka hid behind a huge leaf for a moment. Then Bonka peeked out. “Hi.”
The other dinosaur rolled a striped seed ball over. Bonka rolled it back.
Soon they were chasing the seed ball between the tree trunks. Then the volcano went BOOM!
The ball bounced onto a narrow stone ledge. Pebbles clattered down toward the tar below.
Bonka tried with a stick. Then a branch. Then a careful horn-tip.
Each time, the seed ball wobbled closer to the edge.
CRACK! Bonka darted forward, hooked the ball with a horn, and tumbled back as the ledge snapped away.
Bonka scrambled up, dotted with black tar and bits of leaf. The other dinosaur stared—then let out a big honking laugh.
Bonka laughed too. The two new friends bumped horns.
Bonka tapped the shiny stone again. The dinosaur trail glowed like a long ribbon.
Bonka and the new best friend rolled the seed ball back and forth from one time to the next. Thump-thump! Thump-thump!
Bonka ran, stopped, and ran back again. Together, they tapped the ball one last time, already ready for the next game.
